Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 82 Winter Hot Pot
It's cold today~
If you don't put some charcoal fire at night, you can't sleep warmly~
This winter is really much colder than last year~
The charcoal stored after autumn is simply not enough right now.

Zhang Xiaolan looked at Lao Gao's charcoal piled in front of her, she couldn't dry it outside, so she could only cook it with a bonfire on the roof.

"Let's cook a hot pot at night, just put some charcoal on it and it will dry faster." And the people in the house eat together, and the house will be much warmer.

You can't always rely on firewood barbecue like this!

That's too much firewood.

"I think so too"

Mrs. Wei agrees~
"The hydroponic pea sprouts in this utility room grow really well"

Wei Xier came in with a basket~
“It happened to be cooked together at night”

"There are still a lot of tomatoes, and the vegetables in this cultivation room are growing really well."

"The boss is too good"

Zhang Xiaolan looked at the vegetables she picked in her basket, and they looked really good~
"Pour some water as usual every day, I guess I don't have to worry about it these days."

Old man Wei nodded again and again, seeing the pile of vegetables grow well after watering every day, he felt more at ease in his heart.

"You guys are busy finishing this charcoal, you can't be lazy, you have to practice hard."

Jing Yuan smiled and said this, thinking that he could take advantage of this deep winter to teach some boxing skills, especially his brother-in-law and the eldest son of the Wei family, he planned to train them well.

Several people nodded again and again~
It was very difficult to learn the horse gait at the beginning, but now I find that my body has become stronger recently, especially Hu Zi and Wei Cheng, the two youngest have grown a lot.

At night, a steaming pot of pork in red soup, boiled potatoes and fungus was brought into the stove, and 11 people in a room crowded around the stove.

The children picked up the charcoal in the basket one by one, and placed it around the side stove twice~
The two families started to cook the meat in the pot with bowls~
Xun Shan couldn't help feeling "I'm happy to cook hot pot every day"

I can't get tired of eating~
No!

Both families showed their fighting strength, and at the end of the meal, even the sweet potato leaves were put in and cooked...

In the two months of deep winter, the family cooks hot pot almost every night, and eats lightly at noon. Sometimes the hot pot at night will be made into clear soup to avoid getting angry! ——
The days of early spring are always mixed with sloppyness and vitality of revival of all things. The snow in the courtyard slowly fades as the weather warms up...

"Boss, can the bamboo in this pit be fished out?"

The old man of the Wei family has been pinching the time, thinking that it is the season to dig out the bamboo, and he is used to asking for instructions before doing anything.

"Well, it's almost the same. After digging it out, you have to soak it in water for another month"

"Remember to use running water"

Zhang Xiaolan held her waist and instructed.

"Hey, boss, don't worry."

She turned around and went back to the house, listening to the movement outside the courtyard, lying on the bamboo chair, she did not feel sleepy~
"The snow has faded, and the mud outside the house is much fluffier."

Zhu Zhu was digging the mud in front of him, talking to his brother-in-law.

Jing Yuan looked at the newly dug gutter, and couldn't help but feel that the depth was still too shallow, so he told Wei Zhong, the eldest son of the Wei family, to dig a few more times in the ditch.

"Now I don't have to worry about stagnant water flowing away"

After Wei Dong picked up the bamboo in the pit, he took the bamboo baskets into the backyard. Only the pond with lotus roots in the backyard is the running water. Not long ago, his family used bamboo to source the water for the waterfall in the cave, along the cave. All the way to the backyard, it saves a lot of work to carry water.

After putting down the baskets, he vigorously picked up one of the baskets and poured them down~
(End of this chapter)